House Of White Wolf
I looked up from the scroll and pointed at one of the slaves with a frown on my pretty face.

" You there..you missed a spot onthe table. Do it over"

Holly hopped up on the boulder that Madison was leaning on an hour ago, careful with her footing so that she didn't hurt herself, clutching to a (definitely not native) palm tree with one hand and holding the microphone in the other that was tied to the rainbow school-bus with the huge speakers fixed to its roof.

"Heya thanks for coming out to Leo Sterling's birthday party, y'all! Make sure you embarrass them as much as possible by pourin' on that love, if they act like they aren't into it, remember: They're an Actor…"

A spotlight clicked on from the roof of the bus, landing Squarely on Leo.

"Bring out the cake!"

Well it didn't really need to be Brought out so much as emerged from a huge iced cooler that held no beverages but instead a big, erm… well it was banded, actually. Yellow tres-leches, white vanilla ice cream, purple classic birthday sponge, and black galaxy cake arranged like a huge flag, topped with some sparklers and a wide variety of shaped and pearly sprinkles and rainbow decor.

"Okay everyone sing the embarrassing song! Haaaaaappy Biiiiirthday—"

Memories

"Super sexy combo, right?"

Like it's some kind of flex, tone filled with humour.

"No, not really. Do recordings count? I don't have Plus one, but we recorded a couple of productions at school. I haven't watched them, but..."

You travel enough he expects you won't be here whenever his next show opens. Though he will invite you.

Mouth opens, and then closes, as you call his bluff. A full laugh, just a hint rueful.

"Well, okay, you've managed to select one of the very few minutes I can't follow through. That's just unfair."

You have certainly tempted him, but no, you can't steal him from his own birthday party.

He really is glad you game, though.

Dylan Bode -

You'd totally cut off his argument before he could make it!

Holly Blanc -

Not underselling, just honest!

"I mean, yeah. Yes? Though I think I'm happiest just with the maybe-acting. Ideally also singing, maybe dancing. Or there really are plenty of shows I'd love to do that are already written, y'know?"

If they're making wishes, having someone write something would be phenomenal.

A little start at the sound of that microphone's volume, and a wince at the feedback.

Main Room
I sat at a desk in the corner of the main room. Slaves scurried around doing their tasks. I was reading a scroll I had borrowed from the vast Library and I simply ignored them as they worked around me.

looks in

Now here he thought you were going to take over being his financial planner or something. The label's finance department had so many questions about what he did, but at the end of the day, the ink at the bottom of the ledger was black.

And then you're using the PA to call over V. and he just shakes his head. Impulse control was not one of your strong suits.

"Hell yeah that's what I'm saying. Diversity is the key to a health professional portfolio! Or maybe it isn't, I'm not an accountant."

Holly waved the notion away, because she was definitely not out giving financial advice…

Even as she implied she thought it'd be fun and perhaps profitable for Ouroboros to offer something to Leo Sterling, who themself proceed to undersell by implying they couldn't write.

"Fine, like if you could hire out a writer to put together the stageplay, and you were just in the director's chair but also-maybe acting within it?"

It was a birthday, a great time to make wishes and, and…

Well she didn't even know, right? Holly tried to wave to V or shout or say something but she had an even better idea.

"Tyler! Microphone!"

The Kurt Cobain lookalike trotted over to bring her, indeed, a microphone.

"V. Vander"

OH god, that was a LOT of feedback that squeaked over the squeakers, rapidly attenuating its volume as not to blow out peoples' eardrums as she flinched and lowered the mic.

"Oop! Sorry, just testing the volume!"

When she'd started to walk away from the vendor she started walking along the beach. Cooling down from her run and sipping her water. Her mind was a million miles from here.
She hadn't been paying much attention to who was on the beach. The place was usually packed with people, especially during the summer months and these hot days we've been having lately.

Hell, if she knew you were looking at her and she had caught your eye. She might've tossed you a flirty wink. If she'd been paying attention.
At present her mind was someplace else, far away as she sipped her water and got lost in those thoughts that had been troubling her lately.

He flashes a pleased smile at you. He didn't have to argue with you to do something nice.

Ooo... credentials and debt.

Cooed as if it were some undeniable set of traits.

I mean.. sort of, but not really.

Because drunken karaoke doesn't count as a play you've worked on for months.

You offer the minute her schedule allows and she glances at her watch.

Alright then, let's get out of here.

But, it's clear she's kidding. She can't steal you away from your own birthday party.

Or... can she?

You're doing a great job, honestly. Besides, you're not the only one who is slightly unsettled by this. Then again, she was unsettled the moment you invited her to the party that Holly Blanc was throwing for you. But you'd invited her. And some part of her still believes you need her.

Stepbrother I think

Shifting sands is exactly it. Almost like you're throwing words and ideas out there in hopes something sticks. It makes her unsure how much of it you actually, truly think and believe. Then again, she often doesn't know what she believes, not one of those people who feels the need to have an opinion on everything. She's figuring it out and willing to admit it.

Just because she wants to be sure, she double-checks to who you're pointing at. V. Vander, who seems to not really even be aware you're pointing her out. Which makes her wonder why you're not calling her over.

Out

Fanny pack? Nah. She'll carry it if she's running with it. Makeshift weights . One in each hand 16oz equal a lb each until you drink them down.

Fashion is your thing. She's happy with basics. Stop for water, or carry it. She did see the shoulder slings to hold the water bottle but nah.

She got up to the vendor and asked for a couple of waters and handed over the cash.

She took both bottles and walked a few feet from the vendor. She placed one bottle on the sand and uncapped the other as she bent over to pour it over the back of her neck and hair. Cooling herself off. She recapped it and tossed the empty into the trashcan she stopped by. Running her fingers through her wet hair and slicking it back. Bringing the cold wet fingers forward over her face and chest. She groaned and bent back down to pick up the other bottle she'd placed on the ground. Lifting it , uncapping it and taking a long drink.

Taking her time to stroll as she drank the water. Looking out over the beach and the people occupying it.

You have been incredibly honest with them, so yeah, they believe that. Their own mind... that's harder.

"Credentials and the crushing student debt to match it. Can't argue with that." The words are playful.

Yes, it counts.

"You've seen me on the karaoke stage, that kind of counts."

It would be cool, though, if you did get to see him perform properly.

While he absolutely lead you there, he still blushes when you say it.

"And I will, the moment your schedule allows it."

He's aiming to try and balance a whole lot of promise into that, with being very definitely in public, and also the whole poly, another person he's dating right here thing.

Smile a little self conscious, though, with the explanation of the connection to V. Vander.

"Yeah. It's all pretty new."

Holly Blanc -

You wheeze-giggle and get a wide grin, and a low laugh, before they set you back on your feet.

"I don't know, I don't, like, write, that's..." Dee's thing, is left unsaid.

"I do. I haven't touched it since, like, rehearsals started. I'll play for you next time you're over, if you want?"

Dylan Bode -

An admiring shake of their head.

"I can get that. I don't really write, I'm kind of forever in awe of people who do."

This is probably his best day in a while, too. He wouldn't dream of comparing, really, to what you're going through. He wasn't kidding that he met Talia while singing depressing musical theatre, though. He'd just broken his person's heart and their relationship - she's still around, just mostly not talking to him.

Mouth opens to say it isn't needed, and immediately shuts, before he laughs.

"Okay, I won't argue. Thank you. Holly definitely has my address."

*Journeys on.*

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